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I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

Emily Bronte

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
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Dreams Earth Inspirational Lonely Yourself
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
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Clock Life Oneself Time
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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Contaminate Moral Poison Presence Virtue Yourself
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
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Forget Love Relationship Togetherness
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you – haunt me, then.
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Haunt Kill Live Myself
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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Love Myself Necessary Representation Visible
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
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Identity Myself Sleep Time
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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Existence Forget Myself Yourself
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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Alone Deserve Heart Myself Praise Reputation
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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Freedom Girl Hard Myself Savage
Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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Eyes Heaven Hell Myself Night
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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Death Live Value
It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
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Compare Feeling Himself Social
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
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Cold Darkness Myself Night Wild Wind
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
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Afraid Mindset People Proud Sad Sorrow Touch Yourself
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
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Hate Himself Memories Myself Remember

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